Lately what happened to me as a child has been playing on my mind a hell of a lot. I just don't understand how a few months or so in my childhood has fucked me up so much and only now am I realising just how much. Most of the time I'm just numb but under the surface I'm sad, angry, I have hate, questions. I know I've already written about this here, I know I should talk to someone about everything. I just can't bring myself to. I think I just had to get it off my mind again. Thanks for listening